Joseph Fiennes: What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

Meg squints. And then, just as oddly the computer screen switches to a commercial for an automatic Lysol mop. Meg stares and slowly starts to faint.

MEG'S DREAM

Meg is atop a mountain holding a Lysol mop like a staff. She looks at the mop in confusion. Suddenly, Swoosh. She is sliding down the mountain. She lands at the bottom of the hill on a dusty trail. Everything is blurry. She looks up to a blue, blue sky. Above her stands a man. It is JOSEPH FIENNES dressed in a black leather motorcycle.

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